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Disclaimer: My VTuber theme is inspired by Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, where my IRL self represents the calmer side and my VTuber model embodies a chaotic counterpart. This is a "split-self" concept for storytelling purposes and is NOT meant to resemble or reference Dissociative Identity Disorder (D.I.D.) or any real mental health conditions. I simply enjoy horror themes and wanted to explore a unique angle in the VTuber space.

I’m not sure when it started, when this infernal voice began to hold my ear and guide me, but before long I found the careful whispers had turned into forceful demands. Oh, but I am getting ahead of myself.
I woke up like I always did, but today felt a little different. I couldn’t quite put my finger to the uncertainty and so I pushed through the fog of the morning and began my routine.
“Come on Annie, it’s just another day.” I muttered to myself as I wandered through my halls looking for the kitchen to get the energy I needed to power through my work. Mornings were always a hassle; however, this morning had left me feeling more drained than usual. I made my way into the kitchen and began preparing my refuelling. I imagine myself as one of my mana crystals filling up with etheric energy.
“Annie, you are not a mana crystal, you workaholic.” I complain to myself lifting my left hand and rubbing my brow on reflex. Pain shot through my forehead in place of the usual comfort as my hand glanced against the soft skin. I felt a trickle down my face. With the same left hand, I dabbed at the trail bringing my hand down into sight to see the crimson blood left stained on my hand.
Unfortunately, the blood was the least of my concerns as I finally took in the state of my hand. Glistening Ebony talons had replaced my fingernails and the tips of my fingers had been left blackened. I found myself staring at my hand, blood dripping onto the table as the shock left me frozen in place. I lifted my right hand to compare and the difference struck like night and day. On my left hand the talons stood out like razors attached to my fingers yet my right hand stood in stark contrast. My left hand stood as if warped by a funhouse mirror while the right looked into the broken echo, no longer being its true reflection.
“Hey doll face, isn’t it pretty?”
The sudden voice snapped me out of the shock as I spun around looking for the intruder. My panicked eyes scan up and down only to find the room empty. As I returned to my food I could swear, I could hear chuckling but it vanished as soon as I began thinking about my work day.
Fuelled up I moved on and started dwelling on the previous day, my research I was trying to accomplish was so close. I found that mana crystals can have energy polarities and forcing two opposing crystals together can make a lot of power as the polar magic collides. The explosion that tore through the room yesterday was proof enough, unfortunately I had no way to contain it. I could finally have a power source powerful enough to give life to my creation. I had perfected their adorable form but the mana required to spark them with life is too much for ordinary crystals. I have always dreamed of this little friend of mine who would happily run over to me whenever I flick on the power and chat to me about everything, anything.
“You’re so close, you just need to get the power working and then maybe you won’t be so shy.” I mutter under my breath as I walk into my workshop.
“You are so right and so wrong my reserved counterpart.”
I spun on the spot looking for the voice, eyes darting, scanning for anyone lurking in the shadows.
“Ah your naivety is so delectable. Since you seem occupied, let me give you the answer.”
Suddenly I felt like someone grabbed my hair and pulled me back but instead of falling over I fell within. For a moment, time slowed and my vision darkened to black but I never felt myself hit the ground. I flailed around panicking trying to grab at something and only the void answered me. I go to use my voice and nothing comes out as if the air itself had been stolen from around me.
“Ah you need to stretch more; you are stiff as anything. But don’t worry I’ll get us nice and limber. How’s everything going for you back there?”
“Screaming failed and now the voice is mocking me? What the hell am I meant to do?” I thought to myself.
“Now now… no need to yell at me.” The voice answered me to my surprise.
“Wait? Can you hear me?” I spoke into my mind.
“Bingo! Looks like she has figured out how to have a conversation! Turned on the lights back there?” The voice asked.
“Wait, do you mean it shouldn’t be just a black void?”
“Imagine a room or even a TV, the first channel should at least be our eyes at least. And call me Anaria. It’s a little nicer than calling me you, Annie. I’m taking control for now.” Anaria stated. I followed the instructions and my room materialized around me and the display on the wall showed the vision that would have been my sight.
I watched stuck in the passenger seat of my own body as Anaria tore through my workshop assembling the mana crystal experiment I was working on. I watch on as she sets it up and almost anticlimactically. It works. I stare shocked at the screen seeing the polar opposite crystals whirr and spark against each other creating an electrical vortex churning violently like a sphere of lightning dancing in brilliant blue sphere.
“You see, you didn’t have the right mana to synchronize the crystals, Annie. When you caused the explosion yesterday it shattered the barrier between our worlds and I am your counterpart from there. It seems my accident was more severe and we are now one. I have become the left and you the right. Just like our little engine here we are two opposing forces working in harmony. It is thanks to that together we can finally stabilize this heart and let it hear the voices from the other world together.” Anaria explained as she retrieved the energy core off the bench and walked over to the other workbench that contained the friend I was trying to create, a cat still split down from head to tail awaiting its heart. With skill that rivals my own she inserted the core and sewed up the halves as it began to animate.
Without warning I was thrown back into the driver’s seat of my body and I felt life running through my hands as my new friend sat up and looked at me.
“For better or worse we are stuck with each other. We may as well make friends while we are at it.”